Tigers may break under stress, But not before one last bite. They'll tear the flesh in two, Before their run is through. Oh, the fields are bright, and the shadows light, They'll keep me low and hide the tide of life, That I sweep under my claws. Let them take me under, and, I'll bring them down. Fire sign, left on the line, The desire is in sight, But the legs are weak tonight. To push my will, to have my fill, Is to free myself from my own chain. Lay them before me, I'll build a hundred temples, Lay them before me, I'll race a thousand lives. Lay them before me, I'll break through to the other side.
Hmmm, I like the tiger metaphor. And, as always, the business of a poet is to extend the metaphor. The last seven lines deviate. Bring 'em back onside and I'll really like it!
A bit too rhymey for my taste... And I would have liked a bit more with the tiger theme, it's a cool image, but I don't see much power in this.
